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The panel for Infinity War was winding down, but that didn't sway my energy. On the contrary in fact. I love everything about these. Interacting with the fans, seeing their smiling faces...it makes my job worthwhile. Who needs drugs? These wonderful people give me the instant high to keep me happy.
"Ummm, hi. I have a question for S-Sebastian Stan? Well," her giggle was frickin adorable. "you know your last name."
The smile on my face slowly broke out across my face as I looked at her through hooded eyes. My god this girl was gorgeous. Voluptuous. In a blue frilly sundress accenting her breasts and beautiful legs, she was all woman. I could imagine wrapping my arms around her and nuzzling my head in her neck, humming in pleasure, not wanting to let her go.
Chris nudged me. "Dude," he whispered harshly. "Answer the question. Which was your favorite role?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I had to think about all the lame movies I was in early in my career."
There were a flood of "awwwws" and "nooooo they aren't." I lowered my head and blushed. Grabbing my microphone lazily I smiled again and answered, "Well, I have to say Bucky of course. He was a challenge to play and that's where I got to meet these two goofballs!" I put my arms around Mackie's and Chris's necks and pulled them close to me.
The audience cheered as the two guys laughed along with me. The announcer proclaimed the ending of the panel and I noticed the girl was still looking at me as she stood up. I tilt my head and winked at her and she covered her mouth and almost walked into the person behind her as she went back to her seat. Her eyes widened as she grabbed onto her friend's shirt and spoke excitedly to her. I was sad to see this panel end. God I hope I'll get to see her again.
The line of people waiting to get their picture taken with me was huge. The creative minds my fans have never fails to amaze me. I only wish I could have more time with everyone. As soon as the picture is taken, they're off and the next one comes in. Sure I get it. Everyone needs to get in, there's a limited amount of time. But I barely get to know what kind of pose they want before the picture is taken and they leave.
I waved sadly as two girls dressed as Winter Soldiers left. They're costumes were frickin awesome! So detailed. And I barely got to comment on it. "You guys look great! See you for autographs?" They just about fell over each other as they agreed and left. I shook my head trying not to laugh, then turned for the next person.
My breath hitched. There she was. Do hearts actually skip a beat? Because I swear mine just did. I held out my hands for her. Was she as nervous as me?
"H-hi." She looked down.
I put my fingers under her chin and lift her head gently. "Hi," I replied quietly. The photographer cleared his throat rudely. I grit my teeth and closed my eyes. If only I could...
Ok Seb, calm down. It's not their fault. Her eyes were huge and she was shaking. "What pose would you like to do sweetheart?"
She whimpered and twist her lips in a frown. I smiled softly at her. This beautiful girl whimpered at me. "Oh geez, I feel stupid. You won't want to do this. I'm too big."
"Hey," I soothed, running my hands up and down her arms. Lord, she had goosebumps. I was the one with goosebumps! "Don't you DARE say that! You're gorgeous!! We'll do anything you want?" I could hear the photographer getting irritated. She needed to relax so I whispered, "You want me to go all Winter Soldier on the photographer?"
She burst out laughing, and shook her head. "No! Dip me?"
I did it without hesitation and our faces were inches apart. "With pleasure," I crooned. I pulled her back up with ease. Her face was crimson and she was giggling like a school girl. She hugged me tightly. "I love you so much Sebastian!" As quickly as she grabbed me, she let me go, and looked at me in horror. "OH GOD I'M SORRY!" And she took off.
I watched her run and heard the next person behind me. For the next two hours, my mind and body were with my fans, but my heart ran out with that beautiful girl.
My hand felt like it was going to fall off. I looked down the line at the table. Where is she? She HAS to get an autograph! She just can't leave. Fortunately Mackie was sitting close by so it was never a dull moment. "HEY TIN MAN!"
I looked over to see him holding up a picture that the both of us took with a girl where he's pushing me away from her. He pointed to the fan standing in front of him, and with a cocky smile on his face shouted, "Here's MY girl!" I sighed and shook my head as I looked at her. "Don't even come down here and try to make up. YOU made your choice!" At Mackie, I added, "The WRONG one!" Mackie stood up and pretended like he wanted to fight as the girl was laughing at us both.
And there she was. Two guys were blocking her, but I could see her. She was talking to a group of girls and...oh, that wasn't her. I blinked hard and rubbed my eyes. My handler Wanda nudged me. "Do you need anything? A drink? A break maybe?"
I smiled sadly. There were so many people in line. I couldn't imagine making them wait any longer than they already have! "Nah. I'm good. Thanks."
"Take a water Seb. Stay hydrated."
"Thanks Wanda." I nodded. The more people that came through, the more discouraged I was becoming. Where was she??
The end of the line. Yeah I know what I said. But it was. A little girl dressed as the Winter Soldier came up with her picture of us. She was the absolute cutest thing I'd ever seen. We both put on our best Winter Soldier glares and posed for the camera. "You had a long wait in line didn't you Sarge?" Her giggle warmed my heart. I held out my arms and she ran into them. Her mom took a picture of us together and I saluted to her afterwards. My eyes were getting glassy. She didn't show.
Wanda packed up my gifts in a few boxes. Stuffed animals, space books, snacks, homemade fan tributes...it was overwhelming how much they thought of me. "Thanks for all your help Wanda. You were great."
I turned and rubbed the back of my neck, stretching and still...I couldn't get her out of my mind. Why did she run? I can understand being embarrassed, but running away like that? I slumped back in my chair looking left to right. Was she really gone?
I stood back up with sadness in my heart. Chris and Mackie caught up with me as I almost made it to the door. Shit. I really wanted to go back to the hotel and drown my sorrows in a bottle of vodka.
"SEB! WAIT UP!" Chris reached me first.
But I stopped him before he could talk. "Guys. It's been a long day. I'm in desperate need of a shower and a meal. Tomorrow night, promise."
They looked at each other and smiled. "You get lucky man?" Mackie asked.
I was not amused...in the least. "Seriously guys. You know I'm not like that. Just..." I waved them off before I started wanting to talk about how enthralled I was with her beautiful eyes, smile, laugh, and entire body. "Tomorrow." I headed out the door and saw a few more enthusiastic fans so I pasted on a smile and forced back the image of the beautiful mystery girl again as I signed autographs and took pictures before the driver took me to the hotel.
I honestly don't remember getting to my room. All I could see was her face. She was so insecure when she walked up to me. She was ashamed of her weight and had no reason to be. The thought of that made me chest physically ache. Why would she feel like that? Society...Hollywood...frickin bullies brainwash gorgeous young women that they HAVE be skinny to be beautiful and people like me would only love them if they were so. I kicked a chair in anger. "Fuck this!" I stormed out the door and headed out the door.
I was in no mood to be in the room or I'd end up breaking something, so I went to the hotel bar. Thank God it was dimly lit. I ordered a whiskey and sat in the corner nursing it. My leg was tapping on the floor and as much as I tried to fight it, I couldn't stop myself from going back up to the bartender and bumming a cigarette.
A few people walked in, older in age, keeping to themselves. I really hoped it would stay quiet here. My head was pounding, I needed to drink, and as much as I didn't want to, just wanted to get that gorgeous girl out of my mind so I could breathe. I drank the rest of my whiskey, sat and felt sorry for myself for a few minutes then got up to get another.
And there she was...